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Bleach: Collecting Cutscenes Across Multiverse

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Aizen Iori: What era are we even in now, and you’re still using old-fashioned cheat powers? Haven’t you seen it? Some people train for three years and gain the power to kill any enemy with a single punch; some master Bankai in just a few days, going from a complete amateur to a captain-class Shinigami; some are taught by famous masters and learn advanced Haki and Devil Fruit awakening after just a few knocks to the head; reincarnated ones, reborn ones, transmigrators, plot-killers, setting-level invincibility, the author’s favorite child, the author’s own dad… all kinds of people, as numerous as fish crossing a river. But Aizen Iori knows this well: ordinary cheats are no longer enough to survive in today’s brutally competitive industry. If you’re going to cheat, then you go all out and use the biggest one. So then... what is the strongest, universally applicable power system across all worlds? Is it love? Is it hatred? Is it instinct? Is it E = mc²? No. It’s art style! I’m not targeting any one person in particular. I’m saying that everyone here, no matter what kind of cheat you’re using, my, Aizen Iori’s art style will always stand above yours! [SCHEDULE: 1 Chapter/Day]
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The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
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